Good Morning Vietnam

What the hell is going on? (Going on, going on)

I cast a spell, I drop a bomb (drop a bomb, drop a bomb)

We say, "Good morning, Vietnam" (Vietnam, Vietnam)

And now it's going, going, gone

We got the noise that puts these lil' boys in moshpits

'Shrooms keep making me nauseous

Two hoes laid in my coffin, still they picking my pockets

I'm Pistol Pete, I might pop, bitch, no way

Yes, I'm fucking all the she slash they

Yes, I'm driving down the street wrong way

Yes, I'm pissing on Bobby's grave, okay

Huh, yes, okay

Who call the shots? The jaws will drop bombs away

Huh, yes, okay

Watch Megan Fox take off all her lingerie

Huh, yes, okay

Who called the cops? I'm locked in Guantanamo Bay

What the hell is going on? (Going on, going on)

I cast a spell, I drop a bomb (drop a bomb, drop a bomb)

We say, "Good morning, Vietnam" (Vietnam, Vietnam)

And now it's going, going, gone

Yeah

Bonafide meathead

Bust a couple nuts, buy drugs off the deep web, uh

Smoke a blunt during recess

Google myself all week, hitting refresh, uh

Ain't shit that I regret

I don't really fuck with the he said, she said

PS, I'm back on my BS, 'cause like a monkey bomb on Shangri-La

That's what the whole squad wanted

Telling my mom, "Stop calling"

Sipping that gin and tonic

Thinking my crib been haunted

Vegas strip and I'm all in

Sitting watching paint dry

Swimming with a great white

Tripping 'til my brain fried, huh

What the hell is going on? (Going on, going on)

I cast a spell, I drop a bomb (drop a bomb, drop a bomb)

We say, "Good morning, Vietnam" (Vietnam, Vietnam)

And now it's going, going, gone

And now it's going, going, gone